Sensual Adventures Await in christiana loken

christiana loken begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so christiana loken becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In christiana loken, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in christiana loken, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that christiana loken worked better than any sleeping pill.